He was like the color of a beautiful pink rose. His fur was soft like the feeling of rinsing conditioner off your hair. My toddler self used to take him everywhere I go; to the park, to church, to the mall, you name it all. Whenever we go out to do something, I’d bring him with us so he doesn’t feel left out. There were many times at church that I’d forget that he’s with me and I’d lose him. I would leave wails for hours and hours until I annoy my parents and they would have to go back to church and find my friend. Piggy would get dirty from all this and my mom would throw him in the laundry along with our clothes to clean him. This continued for two years. Within those years, his color of fur gradually went away. It was winter and the
